Coming Home

I was looking forward to this weekend. Had a good amount of plans, including meeting a friend from high school for dinner, as well as some free time. Alas, my body had other plans for me, and I've spent the weekend in bed instead.

So I'm marking this day a bit vicariously, with a song from the concert that a friend of mine went to in Milwaukee yesterday:

Baby, baby, babe
I'm coming home
To your tender sweet loving
You're my one and only woman
The world leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, girl
You're the only one that I want
I wanna be around
I wanna be around you girl
I wanna be around
Ooh I wanna be around

Baby, how I'd be grieving
If you wanted to leave me all alone now
By myself, I don't wanna party anywhere else
The world leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, girl
You're the only one that I want

I wanna be around
I wanna be around you girl
I wanna be around, girl
Ooh I wanna be around

Baby, baby, baby
I'm coming home
To your tender loving
You're my one and only woman
The world leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, girl
You're the only one that I want

I wanna be around
I wanna be around you girl
I wanna be around, girl
Ooh I wanna be around girl

I need you baby, girl I
I need your loving darling
Wanna hold you close
Girl, girl

Maybe this illness represents a homecoming of sorts, but I sure would rather the kind Leon is singing about here...